My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


It's All Relative

I called my mother not long ago to let her know that Jef will drop Ava off around 11:30 tomorrow. She answered the phone with a bump and a bang and then a very sleepy sounding word that came out more like "huhhlow?" than her usual "helloooo!".

My poor mother watched Ava for a whole 5 1/2 hours today. My mother could barely form words into a coherent sentence because she was so exhausted from her day of keeping up with Miss A. Less than six hours... with my dad lending a hand the whole time.

Bless her heart... should I tell her we are planning a third child?

--The Milk Maid says dreamer, nothing but a dreamer.

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Michelle said...

LOL! Awwwww...poor G'ma!!! Whats the news on baby number 3? I dont know if I missed something or if you just havent told us your thoughts!

AJ's mommy said...

ha ha... too funny.

Aunt Becky said...

Loves it. And understand it completely. My poor parents do the same for us.

RaJen said...

my mom came for two weeks after the RJBs were born. She helped with laundry, night feedings, keeping US fed, cleaning, moral supporting, and errands. And then she went home and slept for a month. And she STILL hasn't recovered. LOL!

twondra said...

Poor grandma. :) That's cute.

disa said...